"Hello?"
What am I doing I don't know who this is why am I calling their phone number?
"I-I" my voice comes out raspy and choked from lack of use.
"Hello? Who is this?" They demand.
"Um.." I look around at my surroundings before continuing but while I was looking around me I hear the voice speak up again, "this better not be some sick joke. If it is I'm calling the police!"
"Uh-um I don't know why I'm calling this number, I think my name is Fay, and I can't remember anything at least that's what the nurse said. The only thing that I can think about is why I can only remember this number. I'm sorry I'm really lost I feel so stupid right now but I'm begging. Please help me.." I choke out in a mumbled sob to this unknown stranger. How did they even understand me? The line goes quite so I speak up again, "hello," nothing but a sniffle.
"Fay?... Is that really you?"
Never have I heard such a fragile and weak voice as the boy on the other end has right now.
"Fay you said you can't remember anything but my, this number right?" Nodding I realize he can't see me, I say yes. "Okay I need you to tell me where you are," I look around for a street sign and when I finally see one I tell this unknown voice on the other end where I am.
"Okay wait right there I'll be there in five," he says in a soft tone which help calm my jumping nerves.
After what seems like forever an old rustic truck pulls up in front of me, the truck starts shaking a tiny bit before the passenger window slowly makes it's way down.
The boy in the drivers seat stares at me for what feels like a long time then he inhales, "Fay.." he exhales my name. The gleam in his eyes even in the dark shine so bright that I can tell I mean a lot to him. And it frustrates me because I have no idea who this stranger is. Oddly I feel comforted in his presence.
"Are you ready to go home?" He asks, I nod and he steps out of the truck, walks over to me, opens the passenger door, and assists me into the elevated vehicle. I didn't know I was crying until he raised his hand and wiped the tears that were rolling down my cheeks. He shushes me quietly and places an innocent kiss on my forehead, "let's go home," he said once again.
His truck creaks as we pull into a narrow drive way. Soon reaching the little brick house with a swing on its porch. It's small but strangely charming. He parks in front of the house, gets out, and walks over to my door and opens it for me, I slowly climb out with his gently assistance making it a lot easier for me. Using my crutches I make my way over to the front door with him guiding me. Taking out his keys he opens the door and walks in.
Should I go in? I mean this is a stranger I don't know him. What if he tries to harm me. No one will know where I am. But then again he didn't try anything in the car or when I first saw him. In fact he's helped me.
"Aren't you going to come in?" He gives me a questioning look, and it's then that I realize that I've been standing in front of the door with a blank expression on my face. I cautiously step into the house and look around. He notices my discomfort and clears his throat, which makes me look in his direction.
"I'm not going to hurt you" he tells me, "here sit," he motions his hands to the only old lumpy couch in what I think is the living room.
"Fay, why are you so uncomfortable?" I take a seat next to him, his eyebrows furrow and his mouth turns into a frown.
"Because I don't know you," I reply simply and he looks at me confused.
"Yeah, you do" he says and it's my turn to be confused, "I'm Josh... your boyfriend.."
This man in front of me is not my boyfriend! I don't even know who this is all I know is he's name is Josh and that Josh is really nice. How is he supposed to expect me to be okay with this.
Who am I? Or who was I ?
Next thing I know I'm in his arms and his voice quietly shushing me while my heavy breathing slows down and my tears start to calm down as well.
"Hey why are you crying?" He rubs my back while speaking from the top of my head.
"Because, Josh, I don't know who I am, I don't know where I am, or my parents. Do I even have parents? I'm so confused and angry because I can't remember anything, the nurse said I have amnesia and I honestly have no idea what to think. And apparently I was in a plane accident. I have no one to run to and since I left the hospital the only thing I can remember is your number, and I don't even know who you are." Taking a long shaky breath I wipe away the tears that keep rolling down my cheeks. Gosh I cry a lot. I keep my gaze on the floor fiddling with the hem of my shirt.
Josh takes his hand in mine and starts to rub circles on the back of my hand, "if you want I can tell you about yourself?" He questions in a quiet voice. I look up at him and smile, "please," I ask.
The next few hours are spent with tears from sorrow and laughs from happiness to me not knowing what to say. Josh told me how when I was five my father died from cancer and how hard it was for my mom to raise four kids on her own but she some how pulled it off. He told me how we met in the fifth grade and that we have been best friends ever since but we actually didn't start dating until the tenth grade. I found out I'm nineteen turning twenty in a couple months. I have two brothers and one sister which names are Charlotte, Michael, and Ron.
My mothers name is Lisa and my fathers name was Alex. Josh looked so lost in his own thoughts when he told me about us, he looked peaceful and happy. I could tell he really loved the old me. Just from the way the corners of his mouth curled up when he said my name. But that's when I said I had to go to the restroom. I just couldn't take it anymore.
So now I'm sitting on the bathroom floor with my head in my hands. It sounds like I was happy, and now I don't know what to feel. I mean if I was in a plane crash why was I on the plane in the first place? Where was I going? Were there other survivors? I want answers but not right now, right now I need sleep. Using the bathtub I sant up to my feet and check my face in the mirror before wiping the remaining tears and walking out of the bathroom.
